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the vampire bartender, smiled at them but didn’t pause as he poured someone a perfect Guinness. Suddenly they were standing in front of the private elevator the Sebastiani family used to reach the building’s business and residential floors. There were no call buttons, but Rafe produced a key card and waved it in front of the matte black pad mounted beside the door. When the doors swished open, he ushered her inside with a light touch to the small of her back.
    “ We could have used the stairs, you know,” she said. The mirrored walls produced multiple views of his long-limbed clotheshorse frame, each reflected image more delicious than the last.
    “ This is faster.” He jabbed a button and the doors crept closed, muffling the music to a murmur.
    Cocooning them inside together.
    The elevator jerked as it started its slow, upward climb, nudging her slightly off balance. She reached for the wall, but he was suddenly there, and she touched his cotton-covered abs instead.
    Holy Mother .
    “ Hang on,” he said. “Almost there.”
    His warm, spicy scent beckoned, bewitched, beguiled. Taking him at his word, she leaned against him with her full weight, hanging on, joining her hands at the small of his back.
    The erection hadn’t subsided. Rafe wanted her—or his body did, at any rate.
    She could work with that .
    Rising on her tiptoes, she kissed the bare patch of skin exposed by the vee of his button-down shirt, working her way up to the divot between his collarbones, where his distinctive scent deepened and pooled.
    Rafe’s whispered curse blistered the air, but he didn’t push her away. No, that was his hand clamped on her ass, yanking her closer. His palm, stroking her spine. His low groan—
    The elevator lurched to a stop. The doors whisked open, flooding it with chilly air. “Come on,” he muttered. “Let’s get those pills.” Taking her hand, he pulled her off the elevator. The pace he set down the hall toward Sasha’s office was so fast she could hardly keep up.
    “ Rafe—”
    “ How do you feel?”
    She half-trotted to keep up with his long-legged stride , their footsteps silent against the industrial carpet. “I feel fabulous!”
    “ It’s the pheromones.” 
    She smiled and shook her head. Now that they were away from the dance floor, her head was already starting to clear, and she still wanted to eat him alive. Rafe Sebastiani made her girly bits tingle; he always had. She looked down at their joined hands, at their twined fingers. His palm and fingertips were callused, surprisingly rough. Who would have thought that sculpting would result in so much wear and tear? How would that rough skin feel, stroking tenderly over her—
    Rafe stopped abruptly, and she careened into his back. Wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, she steadied herself, but once she was stable, she couldn’t quite let him go. Delightful body heat bled into hers. “You’re so warm, like a hot rock massage.”
    “ Well, if you covered up some skin, you wouldn’t get so cold.”
    “ You and Lukas, both so crabby.” She rubbed her cheek against his back. His dark, musky scent, captured in the fibers, dizzied her, made her weak in the knees.
    With a curse, he lifted her wandering hands off his taut stomach. Stepping out of her embrace, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the ground. With an efficient pivot, he set her down again—right next to Sasha’s office door, and well out of arm’s reach.
    Did he really think she’d stay where he put her? Poor deluded man. When he reached into his front pocket for the key card, she sidled up to him, looped her arms around his neck like a lasso, and tugged.
    He didn’t push her away, but held his body tense and still, like an animal sensing danger. Eyes locked, they stared at each other, barely breathing. When her gaze slipped to his lips, a low, hungry growl vibrated in his chest.
    His expression was t ight, a rictus of control, but his eyes? They were